As I hear the buzzing of a troop carrying jet come down to meet us to now take Eichmann to his prison till further notice I hear men come running out screaming " come here you son of a bitch Kraut! " some mock him some beat him over the head some even stab him in the side and laugh about it. I turn to my brother " I'll be damned if he isn't dead yet by the time he reaches the prison gates " he nods in agreement as my brother asked me " what's gonna happen to you next kid " I look at him in the eyes and respond " war ain't over yet bro we still got work to do " he smiles as he puts one of his favorite large cigars in his mouth and lights it "well little bro if you need me you know how to get me and I'll be here " we both exchanged a light chuckle remembering when we used to wrestle as kids and Mama would scream at us. I joke with him " I'll take you up on that and if it has to deal with explosives I'll triple check that " knowing what I mean he laughs "you know me so well little boy " he turns to head to the jet before it takes off to the nearby Marine base.
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